First Verse
Where the summer skies tenderly Kiss the pines that rise
slenderly By a forest stream Indian lovers came to dream
'Neath the moon aglow In the long ago They sang of love
sweet and low

Second Verse
Hiawatha roamed tearfully Gazed up on the spot fearfully On a
moss bound throne Hiawatha that pined alone Willow boughs bent
low From them seemed to flow Music to banish his woe

Chorus
And the song they sang was Hiawatha's melody Just a golden memory
Of the days that used to be As they sat entranced beneath the weeping
tree Every leaf up above seemed to tremble with love And the
evening breeze sang Hiawatha's melody Sang it sweet and tenderly
Like a lover's rosary Now the song birds in Spring still remember
and sing Hiawatha's melody of love.